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Her hand is wrapped within mine, and she looks over at me with a raised eyebrow. She notes me staring at the men and those moving the body and others scrubbing the room down. She nods her head toward the exit and I follow her.

“Don’t worry about them. They will wipe the place and get rid of the body discreetly.”

“You have a team of cleaners?”

My shock shakes my entire core. Who is she? How long has she been doing this that she has a team of cleaners of speed dial? They got here quickly. Far too quickly for it to have been a last-minute call. She warned them. She knew what either I would do, or what she had already planned on doing.

“I do. You should too if you plan on doing this regularly. I’m taking it you are the bar murderess they have been hunting for this month. Sloppy, but we can fix that.”

She states it simply. Like it’s just another topic we are talking about. Some dinner party gone wrong or some shit. I don’t know how to feel about this. At the same time, I want nothing more than to know what she’s been up to and how she manages what we are.

Two psychotic women and one common interest. This could be a terrible thing or something amazing. Time will be the deciding factor. That and if I can get her to tell me these secrets, she’s holding so close.

“You seem to know far more about me than I do you. We should fix that. Want to tell me who you really are, kitten?”

“My name is Scarlett. That’s the real part of my life. I work at a nine-to-five job. I’m also a person who enjoys after work activities similar to yours, and also for similar reasons as yours. The thrill. The high. It’s an addiction.”

She leads me straight to the elevator and presses the button. While we wait, she steps closer to me. My heels give me only slightly more height even if she is still several inches taller than me. Her lips find the skin on my neck as she slides across it slowly.

It sends shivers down my spine and I can’t help but turn my head so she has better access. It’s going to take a while to learn everything I’d love to know about her. This is a start.

A start to forever between two psychos.

Perhaps I can get her to kill with me. To show me what she does. To teach me how she gets away with murder. Will she slay with me, or do I have to convince her to give up more of her secrets?

Either way, I need her to open up some more to me so I can learn everything about her. She’s this little kitten that has teeth, and I want to see how sharp they really are.

Isit next to the bed in the cuck seat with Scarlett staring at me from the bed. There is a man lying next to her as he kisses her neck and her focus is on me. He’s been drugged, so he is much less aware of what’s going on around him.

I focus on her. Watching her as she holds this man against her naked body. As he kisses her when I’m wishing it was me. I don’t give a damn that he’s next to her, but I still want to be right there in his place.

She takes her time with him. Letting him touch her. Hold her. I want to slit his throat here and now, but I’m letting her lead. Letting her show me what she does. How she handles this.

So I sit back in the chair and watch her every move. Watch as she gives me the show of a lifetime. Her body is so beautiful and perfect.

We are at the usual hotel suite of hers. She has a permanent booking here. Makes me wonder how much money she actually makes at that office of hers, or if she gets funds another way.

I’m watching with nothing but a robe on. The silky fabric wrapped around my body with a tie at the front. It stops just above my knees, which I have spread slightly. I’m wearing my strap at the request of my little kitten.

She asked me to be ready to destroy her when she was done with this man. So I’m ready and waiting. I want to fuck her so badly, but I’m going to sit here and watch my beautiful kittenwhile she has her fun. Then I will fuck her while he bleeds out in her bed.

It’s the perfect date.

Her eyes roam over me and I can’t help but to lift the edge of my robe and grip my silicone cock in my hand. Holding it in my grip so that I can stroke it up and down slowly. Tease her as she plays with her toy.

It turns me on just sitting here in this chair as she stares over his back. The look in her eyes as she watches me stroke the cock pulls me in so deeply that I almost go to her. Almost. But then she’s turning him to his back and straddling his chest.

He just lays there with a hard cock staring up at her like she holds the world in her hands. She holds mine. Scarlett leans forward and touches the headboard before pulling back so she is sitting on his stomach. Something glints in the low light coming from the lamp on the bedside table.

She palmed a knife in her hands. Something small enough it isn’t easily noticed, but clearly sharp and deadly. She bucks her hips against his stomach as if seeking pleasure. She rides over his stomach and he grips her ass in his hands tightly. He encourages her to fuck his stomach and I just watch her as she rocks.

She’s teasing herself. Getting nothing she truly needs. Sitting back and watching her fuck the air as she raises the knife and then plunges it hard into his heart. He makes this oomph sound and a cry. He bucks against her, but it’s too late. She’s stabbing him again, this time in the middle of his chest. Blood is going everywhere as it pumps from his body.

She’s covered in it and then she is backing up and glances at me as she crooks the knife in my direction. He’s struggling still, but by the second is weakening and fading far faster than I thought possible. So much blood. It’s beautiful.

Her body is coated in the liquid crimson. Making me want to fuck her so hard right there over his body. The air is filled with the copper tang of fresh blood and it makes my mouth water. A familiar smell that sends signals straight to my brain to fuck myself or Scarlett. To fuck something.

I’m on the bed before she can ever look my way again. Climbing up to her side as I push her forward so her chest is against his face and her ass is in the air. I don’t even take a moment to work her up because I know she is soaking wet. The thrill of the kill is intoxicating and watching her work has left me ready to sink into her pussy as we both beg for release.